I need to think about this

Her next day at work was a mess. She didn't know what she was going to do about the invitation. In the end she had to fake an illness as she was worried she was going to make a mistake. She didn't go straight home and instead drove into the country side and parked up in a lay by she knew looked out over fields and valleys. She sat on a bench and looked out over the sea of green trying to find some peace in a decision. She loved her husband and he was a great lover and she knew she should just stand up Paul, delete his contact and maybe find a new gym.

She shifted in her seat as her pussy reminded her of why she was conflicted in the first place. Why was she so damn aroused? Paul was an attractive man, confident and strong but he was the type of man Sarah had spent many years despising with that overly self assured attitude that made him believe he was entitled to the affection of women. Something had changed in her recently, sex had become more important to her. It was apparent in her change of dress and the way she was behaving in the bedroom. Maybe it was an age thing but she couldn't deny that there was something about not only the prospect of being penetrated by a man like Paul but also in the act of infidelity. It was that last point that made her uncomfortable. She had always considered herself a moral woman but she had equally never faced this sort of situation, the only thing that came close were minor dalliances when they first started dating and before they were serious or during a time when they had broken up for a few months. After that time she had got comfortable and really stopped considering herself as sexual until recently when that changed.

Sh she sat there thinking her thighs were subconsciously clenched together trying to provide a modicum of stimulation. When she noticed she was filled with a need. She looked around. The bench wasn't visible from the road being a little down the slope and the nearest footpath was way below her in the valley. She hitched up the skirt she was wearing and removed her panties. This in itself felt deliciously naughty. She lifted her feet up and put them on the bench so she was exposing herself to the view and she began to touch herself.

As she masturbated she her mind began to wander more freely without the self imposed morality. Images of Paul filled her mind, his weight pressing down on her as he rammed into her with all his strength and stamina. In her mind she was an exhausted wreck and Paul was like a monster who wouldn't stop fucking her despite her being used beyond her wits. Her breathing was heavy as she maturated to the world in front of her and small noises were escaping her throat as her passion grew. The scene in her mind shifted focus and it was is if she continued to see herself being fucked and also Tom at home working on his computer as he often was. He was checking his phone to see what time it is, he's expecting her home yet this beast of a man continues to use her pleasure addled body. The thought was bringing her close and she was finding it hard to think of anything at all.

Just then a sound of a particularly loud motorbike coming to a halt just behind her snapped her out of it. "Shit" she whispered as she adjusted her position and pulled her skirt down "Why now" she moaned "rotten fucking timing dude." She stuffed her panties in her purse and headed back to the car. She nodded politely at the biker who was pulling things out of the box on his bike, got in the car and drove home.

She called out a greeting as she got in. Maybe Tom could give me some loving, that would help. Tom appeared to greet her "You're home early" he said looking concerned "you okay?"

Shit, I'm supposed to be at work "Yea, really bad headache I couldn't shift. I was getting sloppy so they sent me home."

Tom came downstairs to give her a hug "Poor darling, you go and get in bed and I'll bring you some tea."

Sarah inwardly cursed him for being so lovely when right now all she could think about was a bastard. She lifted her face up to to meet his and kissed him "You got any cock to go with that tea?"

Tom laughed "I Thought you were ill not horny."

"Can't I be both?" she cooed.

Tom laughed again. "Not when I've got work to do. If I get done in time we can renegotiate, now, bed."

Sarah frustratedly slunk off to bed and threw the covers over her in a sulk. She was alerted to Tom's presence by the sound of a cup of tea being put on the bedside table. "I'm seeing a friend at the gym tomorrow night" she said from her den.

"Okay love. Hope you're feeling better so you can go."

"I'm sure I will be."